At A Hasty Wedding Poem by Thomas Hardy
At A Hasty Wedding
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire
By bonds of every bond the best,
If hours be years. The twain are blest
Do eastern stars slope never west,
Nor pallid ashes follow fire:
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire.
The blessedness of a nuptial union that is helped by nature is aptly captured here.
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12/13/2024 7:40:27 PM # 1.0.0
It reads like an excellent piece of poetry well wrought and equally well thought.